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BE STILL.
Be still-poor heart of mine,
Forget to heave and thrill;
Unmurmuringly resign—
Bleed—break—but be thou still.
Forget to heave and thrill;
Unmurmuringly resign—
Bleed—break—but be thou still.
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Take all thy share of pain,
Shrink not from scourge and sting,
Nor ever dare complain,
'Twill but fresh sufferings bring.
Shrink not from scourge and sting,
Nor ever dare complain,
'Twill but fresh sufferings bring.
Since jealous Fate still seeks
For hearts of feeling kind,
On which she darkly wreaks
Her ruthless fury, blind.
For hearts of feeling kind,
On which she darkly wreaks
Her ruthless fury, blind.
Be still—poor, poorest heart,
In silent suffering rest,
Though many a venomed dart
Be sheathed within this breast.
In silent suffering rest,
Though many a venomed dart
Be sheathed within this breast.
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